Hey guys…
I have bad news. Real bad.
A lot of the chapters I wrote for this story decided to delete themselves from the folder I keep them in. And yes, I KNOW it has been FOREVER since I updated and I am SORRY but I've just not had any ideas on how to write this and then Christmas came around and school work! Speaking of Christmas, I hope you all enjoyed it and have plans for New Year!
Chapter EIGHT: Operation Rescue
Tracy POV
I woke up groggily, my eyes squinting in the bright light. When my sight was returned to me, I scanned the room. The whole situation had a familiar feeling. I was strapped to a chair and I felt an agonizing wave of heat pounding on my back. The only thing that can stop the Ice Queen I thought dryly.
"Well, well, well…." I froze, as I knew that voice. The voice of the so called dead Emile Danko.
"Emile Danko." I spat, feeling his eyes on me. As he came into view I glared at him. He merely smiled at me like I was an old friend.
"How are you alive?" I asked him, hardening my gaze.
"Let's just say I got a help from a family member with a gift very much like Claire's…." He spoke, looking at me waiting for my reaction. My eyes widened as I started to thrash against my restraints, growling at him like a savage beast
"Where did you put her and Molly?!" I demanded. He smirked at me before leaning in.
"They'll be taken care of…" he whispered and left the room, ignoring my yells and streams of profanities.
I huffed and fell back into my chair. Glancing down at my fingers, an idea popped into my head. I escaped him once I could easily do it again. I closed my eyes and concentrated, almost begging my ability to work. I sat there for what seemed like forever trying to get my power to work when a quiet voice pulled me out of my concentration.
"Your power won't work." It said. My eyes flashed open. In front of me was a young girl, around Claire's age, who had blond hair which was pulled up into a high bun and blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of dark black skinny jeans and a dark blue vest top and a black leather jacket with some black boots. I eyed her wearily.
"It's okay-I won't hurt you…" the girl rushed to explain. I didn't falter my gaze on her as I said my name.
"I'm Tracy, though my may already know that. Correct?" I assumed, raising one brow. She nodded.
"I'm Rose. You may know me as Danko's niece." She said, averting her eyes at the last part. I narrowed my eyes at her. I knew she couldn't be trusted!
"Look," Rose sighed. "I'm sick of living this life. Capturing innocent people, torturing them. It's not fair! So, I've decided to stand up to my relatives and help you and your friends." She ended, gazing at me with determination in her blue orbs. I stared at her for a few moments, knowing she was my only way of getting Claire and Molly safe. I slowly nodded my head, indicating I trust her.
"You see those lights?" I asked her, nodding my head in to the burning heat wave behind me. She nodded. "I need you to unplug it or shut it down." I told her. Rose's eyes widened a little before she gulped and made her way towards the lights. I heard sounds of rustling, grunting and cursing before I felt the pain of the heat slowly fade. I blew a breath I did not realise I was holding and set to work freezing my binds. The snapped off easily and I rose to my feet, wiping the sweat that gathered on my brow during my "torture". I looked at Rose who was staring at me a little wearily, I held back the urge to smirk.
"Let's go." I said, striding towards the iron door. Rose quickly entered the password and the door opened with a smooth slide and we silently tip-toed our way to a dimmed hallway which reminded me of a hospital with doors leading to various rooms on both sides. I told myself that this is no hospital where people are looked after but a dark and cold prison where lives are cut short and the screams on pain from innocent people like me are ignored. I shuddered before following the blonde teenager down the corridor. Her eyes kept on darting from room to room as if something (or someone) might jump out and grab her. I took it she was not well liked. Rose suddenly halted at took her gun out of her holster attached to her thigh which I did not see before and raised it, pointing the barrel on the weapon towards a thick wooden door with a sign on it. Due to the lack of lighting and the clumsy scrawl it was hard to tell what it said. Rose took a deep breath before glancing at me, eyes full of apology.
"I told them not to do this," her voice was quiet, laced with regret "but they dragged me into it…" That was all she informed me before unlocking the door and hesitantly opening it just enough for us to slide into. As soon as we were in the dark room, she slammed the door behind us making me jump and shakily held up her gun. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, what greeted me made me double over in disgust and shock.
Dead bodies littered the stone floor. Some rotten and others fresh corpses. A few had wounds, cuts and bruises or more severer from missing limbs to slit throats and chests. I squeezed me eyes shut and tried to control my gag reflex.
"We must move." Rose said, breaking the silence, with no emotion in her voice. I could only nod, not trusted myself to speak. We made our way through the eerie dark tomb of death, narrowly missing deceased bodies. I glanced around the room, hoping that this was somehow a dream-a nightmare. That it wasn't real. A flash of blonde caught my eye and I thought it was Rose before I saw the body that hair belonged to. A strangled sob broke its way through my chapped and pale lips.
"Claire…." I whispered, tears rolling down my face, as I stared frozen and wide eyed at my family member, only to see glazed eyes staring back at me. Her normal California tan skin was bruised and smothered with cuts and burns. Her golden hair I had to admit I always envied was matted with her blood. My legs gave out as I fell to my knees beside her. I barely even acknowledged Rose as she put her hand on my shoulder, apologizing endlessly. I closed my eyes before flashing them open again.
Grimacing, I turned the body of my deceased soon-to-be niece over. I could not see any sign of glass, wood or metal so I parted her hair and saw a bullet hole in the back of her skull.
"Oh my…" Rose gasped, as she covered her mouth with her hand. I winced at I put my fingers in the wound, searching for the bullet. I had to keep myself from jumping with joy when my fingers connected with warm and stick metal and I carefully put the pads of my fingers around the object that caused Claire's death and ever so gently pulled it out, flinching when it made a faint sucking noise. I threw the bullet away in disgust and turned Claire's body back over.
"Yes." I breathed, a small smile gracing my lips as I saw the life enter her baby blue/grey eyes. Her cheeks gained a small blush and her chest heaved as her gasped for precious air. Claire looked around before her gaze fell on me. I smiled slightly.
"Welcome to the land of the living, Claire."
Heh, heh, heh….
So….pancakes?
*dodges several objects, two cats and a flapjack* OKAY! I'm sorry! :(
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